4/8     Does anybody have audio of Ice T on Law & Order SVU saying,
        "You on the down-low, dude!".  It was on Monday or Tuesday night.
        \_ on NBC?  USA will re-air it a week or two later.  let me know if
           you want me to get it for you then. --jameslin
        \_ That little bit with Ice-T explaining down-lows was the most fun
           SVU's been since I've started watching it. "I just know stuff.".
           -- forced to watch dumb TV w/ my wife.
           \_ What does she do for you?  Anal?  Threesomes?  Fulfilling your
              "big black man fucked my wife while i was forced to watch"
              fantasy? Can I fuck your wife?  I don't care if you watch or not.
              \_ Whoah. Did I piss in your Cheerios or something? If I did, I'm
                 sorry about it.
              \_ What every good wife does, puts up with your shit without
                 killing you.
                 \_ You got the whole marriage thing all confused.  I was
                    joking before but if your reply is serious you need some
                    serious marriage counseling to explain that marriage is
                    a two-way street and it isn't a big 'favor' to you that
                    she has deigned to marry you and stay.  I'm the last person
                    to use pansy ass phrases like "self esteem issue" but you
                    qualify.  -married on two-way street
                    \_ you're full of shit, and probably love to hear yourself
                       talk.  putting up with someones shit can be a 2-way
                       street.  i put up with shit from my wife, and she puts
                       up with shit from me.   we both get more out
                       of being together than we loose by putting up with the
                                                 \_ nweaver is married?
                       shit, so it's a net gain both ways. of course, the
                       above issue is not relevant for me, since my wife and
                       i both hate television.
                       \_ Uhm, yeah, I'm so glad for you that your marriage is
                          full of such joy that the best you can say is the
                          benefits outweigh the crap.  And you think *I'm* full
                          of shit?  I'm happily married.  No one in my house
                          puts up with crap from anyone.  --happily married on
                                2-way street with no crap unlike you, you
                                poor dumb bastard
                          \_ So you both have the same personality? You have
                             coupled bliss of no disagreements and no different
                             opinions? Nothing you do bugs your wife or vice
                             versa? Wow.
                    \_ I'm sorry.  I've noticed that the bi and large comment
                       usually also apply to polyamourous women.
                       \_ uh?  a bit off topic this afternoon, eh?
                          \_ how else would you interpret a two-way marriage?
                             \_ He said two-way street, not two-way marraige.
                                Normal people would just interpret that as
                                meaning that sometimes you give some and
                                sometimes you get some. Weird, sicko
                                degenerates on the other hand...
                 \_ if she hasn't killed you yet, it's only because your
                    future earning potential >> f(life insurance coverage,
                    your annoyance value, likelihood of landing someone
                    better).  once you stop being an earner, you're gone.
                 \_ BDG, where are you???
                    \_ Yes, this is definitely the right time for BDG to come
                       on board and help this poor dummy out before her lawyer
                       gets to him.
                       \- I saw the best  minds of my generation destroyed by
                          marriage,   starving  hysterical   naked,  dragging
                          themselves through  the sloda motd  at dawn looking
                          for an angry  fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for
                          the  ancient  heavenly  connection  to  the  starry
                          dynamo in  the machinery of night,  who poverty and
                          tatters and hollow-eyed and  high sat up smoking in
                          the  supernatural   darkness  of  cold-water  flats
                          floating  across the  tops of  cities contemplating
                          internet  p0rn, who  bared their  brains  to Heaven
                          under the  El and saw  Mohammedan angels staggering
                          on tenement  roofs illuminated, who  passed through
                          universities  with radiant cool  eyes hallucinating
                          freepers and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars
                          of war,  who were  expelled from the  academies for
                          crazy &  publishing obscene odes on  the windows of
                          the  skull,  who   cowered  in  unshaven  rooms  in
                          underwear, burning their  money in wastebaskets and
                          listening to  the Terror through the  wall, who got
                          busted  in  their  pubic beards  returning  through
                          Laredo with  a belt of marijuana for  New York, who
                          ate  fire in  paint hotels  or drank  turpentine in
                          Paradise Alley, death,  or purgatoried their torsos
                          night  after night  with Skyler,  with  drugs, with
                          waking  nightmares, alcohol  and  cock and  endless
                          balls,  incomparable  blind.
                                                --Allan  Ginsberg | psb@sloda